Steve and I were invited to a drag ball. But while we were getting ready, we realized that we don’t have any jewelry! What’s a dungeonbear to do?? “Don’t worry Steve,” I said. “We’ll make our own pearls for you to wear. Get on the face-fucking table!” Once Steve rubbed his own pearl jam all over my dick, and it was easy to put a nice string of pearly drops all over his beard and chest.

OK, I was vacuuming our playroom. (We don’t do drag, but we do vacuum). Must have been all that suction, but soon the cameras were rolling and I was fucking steve’s face on the massage table. Special appearance by our vacuum.